My Love For Christmas is Changing

Obvs I am still the ULTIMATE Christmas fan girl, but in a different way.

I feel like throughout life, the meaning of the holiday changes.

As a nipper it is all about the presents. You creep around the Christmas tree feeling and rattling said pressies, write extensive wish lists, live for Santa’s midnight visit.

And then something changes. It’s no longer the presents you dream about, its the food. The mulled wine. The cheeseboards. The sweet treats. The people you love.

Getting together with your nearest and dearest, eating good food, having one too many and getting ever so *slightly* merry is one of life’s finest pleasures.

And to be completely honest, as you grow older you realise how utterly skint adult life really is. I would much rather celebrate food and each other, whilst knowing my friends and family could still afford rent y’know?

I have started to create edible gifts of the past few years. Decorated gingerbread men, pots of jam and chutney (coz I bloody LOVE a good chutney) – that kinda ting.

Speaking of delicious edible gifts, I received this tin of dreams yesterday…